that sound

it’s buzzing
long thin hollow
disintegrating waves along the ends
it’s all in the grainy light
around the ceiling
and scratching off the walls
nearly tangible
but without definition
difficult to say whether or not
imaginary…

that sound.
I hate that sound.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

10 Responses to that sound

  1. WilderSoul says:

    Is it the electricity?

  2. diannegray says:

    Maybe it’s a mouse…

leave a comment?

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s